Seven Sins A man of shame And some massive migraine-like Pain Said with anguish and the hottest Form of the dancing flame My claim to this 4 decades Of being seen as the weakling race Is a flavor that rips my handsome face Like a shoe 2 sizes too big With no laces So in this simulated role play Of a soul being as holy As a rodent trapped in maze With no way to exit the stage So I think I might have missed A pull from the waist A code that folded away When told my open road To close its crossroads So I can sit alone And take full day of camera frame Lens breaking Snakes in wait Pray I change my pace To stuck with cut brakes Strange shade of solar rays Grace my face I chase a wave to bullsh&t My joke that has no taste Stale fate when I weigh my souls Grade Rated under the lords gaze I poke holes in my own case Inner senses dulled From the whole skull and bones Brainwaves that completely vibe On a different side of naked and afraid It's a hard made showcase To make a 2 toed Mohawk brave Rate for eyes to behold Golden code Rigged to explode on a full plate Thanksgiving day I'm thanking the same toll Sold with no rebate Scroll away if you hate What you can't explain Either way I'll remain folded with no mole To dig holes in my safe haven This is my home on the range And my scope is great Ammo by the basement Every Guage and point blank Nuff said Just remember to stay in your own lane Or I'll ruin your stay What's the moral of the poem There is no hope For the tamed lameo Grave mistake made Digging your own grave With an ugly spaded grey makeshift spade Have a nice da z e Troll plague so the tolls paid
im vibin on that sound bro
Fye
que duro mano
Imma spit on this
Seven Sins
A man of shame
And some massive migraine-like
Pain
Said with anguish and the hottest
Form of the dancing flame
My claim to this 4 decades
Of being seen as the weakling race
Is a flavor that rips my handsome face
Like a shoe 2 sizes too big
With no laces
So in this simulated role play
Of a soul being as holy
As a rodent trapped in maze
With no way to exit the stage
So I think I might have missed
A pull from the waist
A code that folded away
When told my open road
To close its crossroads
So I can sit alone
And take full day of camera frame
Lens breaking
Snakes in wait
Pray I change my pace
To stuck with cut brakes
Strange shade of solar rays
Grace my face
I chase a wave to bullsh&t
My joke that has no taste
Stale fate when I weigh my souls Grade
Rated under the lords gaze
I poke holes in my own case
Inner senses dulled
From the whole skull and bones
Brainwaves that completely vibe
On a different side of naked and afraid
It's a hard made showcase
To make a 2 toed Mohawk brave
Rate for eyes to behold
Golden code
Rigged to explode on a full plate
Thanksgiving day
I'm thanking the same toll
Sold with no rebate
Scroll away if you hate
What you can't explain
Either way
I'll remain folded with no mole
To dig holes in my safe haven
This is my home on the range
And my scope is great
Ammo by the basement
Every Guage and point blank
Nuff said
Just remember to stay in your own lane
Or I'll ruin your stay
What's the moral of the poem
There is no hope
For the tamed lameo
Grave mistake made
Digging your own grave
With an ugly spaded grey makeshift spade
Have a nice da z e
Troll plague so the tolls paid
when u dropping bro